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Another does anyone remember this story?

Post by Sumguy14 » Sun Dec 04, 2022 6:49 pm

A woman, who was not a terribly wonderful person winds up the pet of her son. Her ex-hubby and his new wife allow this under specific conditions. The woman is either telling her story to a reporter or an old friend, can't recall which. I think she may have worked in the adult film industry as part of her backstory. She is very okay with being a pet, and values her renewed/redefined relationships.

This ring any bells for our archivists out there? Thanks in advance.
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Post by Aussie_Lurker » Sun Dec 04, 2022 8:43 pm

Whilst I cannot recall the title, I definitely remember the story & am fairly certain I have it. Leave it with me 🙂

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Post by Aussie_Lurker » Mon Dec 05, 2022 9:10 am

Here it is:

Interview with Mini Vicki

by TTS

The cameraman had to use a special lens in order to get Victoria Bronson framed
properly. The clip mike couldn't be used; for one thing, Victoria wasn't
wearing any clothing. Also, she was far too small to be able to wear it, even
if she was fully dressed. The soundman decided to use a boom mike instead.

Victoria herself was laying atop a black velvet cushion. She was on her stomach,
her head propped up on her elbows. Her legs were spread apart; she made her calves
kick up and down, first the right one and then the left. Shaking her luxuriant mane
of light blonde hair, she looked straight into the camera's lens. "How do I look,
Brad?"

"You look gorgeous, Vicki," he said absentmindedly. Vicki rolled over onto her
side. Her face held a bored expression. "Hold still," the cameraman ordered.
"I need to get a light reading."

Vicki craned her head around to see who had just pulled up a chair at the table.
It was Sondra Hannsen, the reporter from Swedish Television station TV4. She
lowered her head to get closer to Vicki's level. "Hi Vicki," she said as she
patted her head. Vicki never liked being touched by strangers, but there was
not much she could do about it. "We're going to be ready in just one minute,
so why don't you sit up and face the camera." Vicki did so, sitting cross-legged
at the center of the cushion. "There's a girl. Now, we can do the interview in
Swedish or English, whichever is easier for you."

"English is fine," she said.

But Ms. Hannsen's attention was already diverted elsewhere. "We're ready when you
are," the soundman said. "Fine," Hannsen answered. "Let's see if we can do
this in one take?"

The red light on top of the camera facing Vicki came on. Then, Ms. Hannsen
began her introduction.

"Good evening, I am Sondra Hannsen.

"Six years ago, Victoria Bronson was one of the leading lights
of the adult film industry here in the United States. Then, one day, she
gave it all up and dissappeared. Now, we are able to tell her story."

"And cut," the director said. "Okay, let's pick up from after the bio segment."
Ms. Hannsen nodded. "On four, three ..."

Ms. Hannsen continued. "Here with me in her family's home in San Mateo,
California, is Victoria Bronson. Vicki, why don't you show us why you've
gone into seclusion?"

Vicki stood up and spun around for the camera to catch every angle of her
voluptious nude body. She held a broad smile on her lips as she stepped
off of the cushion and onto the tabletop. The camera tracked her as
she walked over to Ms. Hannsen's hand, held at waist level to Vicki. This
all had been rehearsed, but Vicki was still concerned that something
might go wrong. She hopped onto the hand and was raised up into the air.

"Vicki Bronson is just 29 centimeters tall. She is now what is termed in
America a 'Mini mini', or a person who has been reduced down to 1/6 her
original height." She then returned Vicki to the cushion. "Vicki, why
don't you tell us what happened. Why did you become so small?"

"It's a long story, Ms. Hannsen. I had been in the business for a long time,
a bit more than ten years, and I was feeling very burnt out. I felt that
everyone wanted a piece of me and I was having a hard time dealing with all
the fame. I was doing a lot of drinking and popping all kinds of pills.
Finally, I couldn't go any furthur. I was arrested for drunk driving and
spent three weeks in the L.A. county jail.

"My boyfriend left me and took our son with him. He was able to get
full custody, and I can't blame the judge when he made his decision;
all he needed to was look at the newspaper in order to see that I was
an unfit mother.

"So, something, I don't know what it was, God maybe, told me that I needed
to clean up my act and put myself in a situation where I can't hurt
myself or anyone else. I knew that I couldn't trust myself to stay out
of trouble.

"The first thing I did was quit the business. It was hard to do, because
there were a lot of really nice people that I worked with. It was just
the one percent of them that were coked-up assholes who I had to stay away
from, but that was enough for me.

"There weren't a lot of options open to me. I don't have a lot of education,
so the only jobs that I could get were in fast food places or dancing."

"Dancing?" Ms. Hannsen pretended to look puzzled.

"Exotic dancing, I mean. That would pay the rent, but I would be with the
same sort of people I was trying to get away from. Plus, stripping meant
having to deal directly with my fans. I don't mean to put them down, a lot
of them are terrific people, it's just that a lot of them don't understand
boundries.

"So what did you do?"

"I moved out to Phoenix and waitressed for a few months, before people
started to recognize me. That was about when the Shrink Shacks started
opening up."

"Shrink shacks?"

"Oh, that's just slang for the clincs. I checked it out, but the doctor
there really creeped me out. He turned out to be a fan. He wanted to shrink
me down, on the house, and then he would make movies of me and sell the
clips over the Internet. The other idea he had was to auction me off over
eBay. I would be sort of a collectable. The guy said there were fans in
Japan who would pay top dollar for me. Of course, I said no.

"But it all made me think. I figured that if I shrank down to, say, 30
centimeters, I wouldn't be able to get into trouble. I knew that there
was no way I'd be able to live in a world made for giants without help,
so I thought about who I could trust. All of my friends from the industry
were right out. Many of them are nice, but they aren't all that
responsible.

"I finally got in touch with my ex-boyfriend, Nick. It turned out that
he went ahead and married someone else and was living here in San Mateo,
managing an apartment complex. That sounded pretty responsible, right?
We talked for a while. He was against me having anything to do with
Kevin, my son. He was four at the time, and he thought that I would be
a bad influence.

"I told Nick about the whole shrinking thing, and he said that he would have
to talk it over with Jennifer, who was his wife. Then Jennifer came on the
line and we talked for over an hour. She was okay with the idea of me coming
to live with them, so long as I was shrunk down to a manageable size. We all
decided that Kevin would take care of me, and-

"That's the part I'm interested in, Vicki. I think the viewers at home
would like to know more about your relationship. First, I have to ask,
does he see you like this?"

"Like what?"

"You know, nude."

"Oh, that. Well, being in the adult film industry, I'm totally used to
people seeing me nude. So when I shrank, I decided that I would go nudist.
It's very practical. Plus, the clothes that they make for tiny people are
either really expensive or really uncomfortable."

"But how do you feel about your son seeing you like this? You are his
mother after all."

"No, not really. Jennifer's his mom now. She's been raising him since he was
four, and now he's nine. So I don't have any claim on being his mother
anymore. Our relationship, is, well it's different now."

"How different?"

"Kevin sees me more as a pet now, more than anything else. He's very
protective of me, and he makes sure I'm fed and groomed and that I get
some exercise. He plays with me, and I'm a good sport about it when
he has me perform for his friends."

"Performs?"

"Oh, just tricks. He's trained me to do stuff like stand on my head or
do somersaults. I can walk on top of a rubber ball, and I can also balance
myself on the tip of your finger. Would you like to see me do it?"

"Maybe later. Don't you find these tricks to be demeaning? Even if you
were not his mother, you are still a 35 year old woman. For someone
your age to be at the beck and call of a young child, some people might
see it as inappropriate."

"I know that there are plenty of people back home in Sweden who have
become minis. Many of them are being kept as pets or toys by their own
kids. As for Kevin, I feel very happy to be his pet. He's been a lot
better owner to me than I was a parent to him. Part of me still sees him
as my son, and I love him very much. But I also look up to him and I
feel very safe being under his protection. You say that I'm at his
beck and call, and I'm fine with that. I respect his authority over me,
and I have faith that he's acting in my best interests."

The camera light went off. "Okay, that's a cut," the director announced.
"You were great, Sondra."

Vicki was exhausted. Ms. Hannsen told Nick that they were going
to take a break and that she would be interviewing Kevin in the
next segment. Vicki got up on her knees as Kevin approached. He picked
her up and held her against his shoulder, his palm cupping her little
bottom. "It's okay, Vicki," he murmurred. "You were really good. You
were a good girl."

She felt better hearing this. Being held like this made her feel safe.

After a short break, it was time to resume filming. This time, it would be
Kevin that Sondra Hannsen would be interviewing. He held Vicki in his hand.
She was reclining, not paying much attention to what was going on around her.
While he waited, Kevin idly played with Vicki's breasts.

Since this part of the interview was about him, the soundman clipped a
small microphone to his shirt. He set Vicki down on the tabletop. She
stayed there, laying on her back and staring blankly at the ceiling. He
moved her legs apart and slowly stroked her stomach. Vicki was now merely
a prop for Kevin to use.

"I have here with me the son of Victoria Bronson, Kevin Toohey. Although
he has just turned nine years old, he is the, shall we say, owner of his
35 year old mother. Kevin has had custody of her for five years. Tell me,
Kevin, what is it like to own your own mother?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "I like having her. She's a really fun toy."

"You consider her your toy?"

"Sure. I can make her do what I want. Here, I'll show you." He gently
grasped her by the shoulders and guided her to a standing position. "Vicki,
go walk in a circle." Without saying a word, Vicki began walking slowly around
the table, in a circle about two feet wide. As she walked, she looked straight
ahead. She held a small smile in her mouth. "See? She does what I tell her
to do. She's gonna keep walking until I tell her to stop."

"What happens when she doesn't follow your commands?"

"Then I punish her," he said matter-of-factly. "I haven't had to spank her
for a long time. The last time was about a couple of months ago when she
tried to drink some of my dad's beer. She's not allowed to have beer, you
know."

Vicki continued walking her circle, oblivious to the conversation happening
above her head. "She looks like a wind-up toy," Ms. Hannsen remarked. "Don't
you think that the way you're treating her is cruel?"

"Uh-uh. She's not being hurt. All Vicki's doing is walking. She's getting
too much fat on her butt anyway, so she can use the exercise."

"I meant, don't you think that making her do these things is degrading to her
dignity?" She placed her hand down to block Vicki's path. The tiny woman
walked forward until she bumped into Sondra's palm. Vicki stayed still for a
moment, then turned around and began walking her circle in the opposite direction.
"You've taken away her free will, Kevin."

"I guess so, but my dad says that she was messing up bad back when she was big,
and that if she kept doing what she was doing, then she would die. Keeping
her as my toy is keeping her alive, Ms. Hannsen."

"You've given her a purpose in life then."

"Uh-huh. She's the one who wanted to be my toy. And she also wanted to be
naked. I like her naked, she's really cute this way."

"All right, let's change gears a bit. What have you trained her to do?"

"Lemme show you." He put his hand out and seized Vicki by her torso while in
mid-step. Seated on his palm, Vicki crossed her legs and let them dangle.
"Vicki, make yourself into a ball," he ordered. She proceeded to pull her
legs up to her ample chest. Then, she wrapped her arms around her shins and
tucked her head inbetween her knees. "Now she's a ball," he remarked.

He tossed his Vicki ball a few inches into the air and then caught her. "Don't
worry, she's safe. I trained her to stay in a ball until I tell her to
unwrap herself."

"Doesn't that hurt?"

"Well yeah, if I make her do this for too long. Vicki, you can unwrap yourself."
She did so and resumed her pose on Kevin's hand. He set her down on the tabletop,
where she knelt next to Kevin's fist.

"Vicki was very talkative when I interviewed her. Why is she so quiet now?"

"That's because I told her to talk to you. I trained her to only speak when
spoken to. Lemme show you. Vicki, speak to me." She looked up and said
"Arf! Arf! Arf!" Kevin started laughing. "No Vicki, say something smart."

"The ratio between the circumfrence of a circle and its diameter is a value
known as pi," she recited rapidly. When she finished, she looked up at Ms.
Hannsen and made a nervous smile.

"Really?" she asked skeptically. "So if I had a circle whose radius is one
meter, what would its circumfrence be?"

Vicki merely shrugged her shoulders. "It's just something I made her memorize,"
Kevin explained. Her patted her on the head. "She's kind of dumb, but she's
a very sweet girl," he said by way of explanation.

Sondra wrapped up the interview after that. She had wanted to get Nick and
Jennifer on camera, but they declined.

---

Epilogue

A few months later, after much editing, the segment aired on a magazine show
in Sweden. Sondra watched the show at home with her family, and wanted to
get their reactions.

"I liked it a lot," her six year old daughter Magda told her. "Especially
the part where little Vicki was in a ball."

Her husband Lars thought it was a bit sensationalistic. "You made it look like
Vicki was being exploited by this big bad boy. But she's the one who wanted
to be shrunk."

"Well, I thought it was cute," Magda insisted. She sat on the sofa between her
parents, her arms over their shoulders. With the remote in her hand, she clicked
the television off. "Time for you two to go to bed," she announced.

The three of them stood up. At nearly eight feet tall, Magda towered over both
of her parents. They look so adorable, she thought, as she led them to their
bedroom.

---

Part 3 (Prelog)

Vicki Bronson stood in the bedroom, waiting. She could hear the sounds of
young children shouting and running around: it was her son Kevin's fifth
birthday party. Her ex-husband Nick had already told him that he was getting
a very special present, but that he would have to wait. Periodically, Kevin
would whine to his father that he wanted his present NOW. Five year olds
rarely have much patience.

She felt sort of uneasy. Kevin's voice sounded loud and harsh to her ears. This
would be the first time she would see him in over a year, after losing custody of
him to Nick and his new wife Jennifer. Part of her was looking forward to seeing
him again, for she missed him tremendously. At the same time, she knew that her
relationship with her son was going to be very different than it was before.
That was because Vicki was a mini.

Just a week ago, Vicki had been nearly six feet tall and intimidatingly beautiful.
She had a voluptious body, with large DD-cup breasts and round hips that was built
for sex. For a while, that was exactly what she did. Victoria Bronson had been
one of the top adult film stars for the past seven years. But now, she needed to
make a change in her life.

As a mini, she still had the same incredible body proportions. Only now, she
stood at a much less impressive one feet tall. After a week of being half
the size she was before, she was more used to being around giant objects and
giant people. It was hard, since she was used to being an amazon and looking
down at people. Now, she was in the unusual position of having to look up,
way up.

By her own personal choice, Vicki was completely nude. She was used to being
seen in videos and photos this way, of course. She'd even danced in a few
clubs, before hundreds of horny men cheering and whistling at her. So what
was the big deal if her five year old son saw her without any clothes on?

It was her intention going into this to be Kevin's pet. It was impossible for
her to be his mother, after all that had happened, and so this seemed to be the
next best way to be a part of his life. She was 30 years old and a very attractive
woman, but she was slso much smaller than Kevin, which meant that he would see
her as less than a person and more of a plaything. Being nude helped to
reenforce that feeling, to remind her that there was a new boundry.

She felt that boundry ever since she shrank. To her, the giants were large and
strong, not to be questioned. When Nick came to get her at the shrinking
center, she saw him in a different way, not as the 'bastard' that left her and
took away her son, but as a giant who was to be feared and respected. Would she
feel the same way about Kevin?

The bedroom door opened, knocking Vickie out of her thoughts. It was Nick, holding
a collar and a leash. Behind him was his wife Jennifer. They looked so huge,
Vicki thought, like they're something out of this world. Nick bent down on his
knee before her. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked. To Vicki's ears,
Nick's voice sounded low and loud, as though it were coming over a loudspeaker.

She nodded. "Sure, I'm ready." Vicki turned her head down and took her long blonde
hair to the side, exposing the back of her neck.

"This was the smallest collar they had at the store, Vicki," Nick explained
smoothly. His large hands fumbled with the clasp. "Here, let me do it, Nick,"
Jennifer interrupted. She was able to fasten the collar onto Vicki's neck.
"There you go, sweetie. Is it too tight?"

Vicki lifted her head up and touched the collar on her neck. "It's fine, ma'am,"
she said. Goosebumps came over her skin as she looked up at the larger woman,
Jennifer was actually very petite, just a little more than five feet tall.
Vicki remembered how she would use her height advantage over her to intimidate
her. Back then, it amused her that Nick would choose such a little shrimp of
a girl.

Jennifer Mendez was everything Vicki was not. Short, slender and brunette,
with dark brown eyes and light brown skin, Jennifer had an exotic look to her
that along with a stable personality and steady job as a nurse made her
irresistable to Nick. Even though Jennifer was kneeling before her, Vicki
still had to look up to see her face. She wasn't a little shrimp anymore,
now she looked like she was over fifteen feet tall!

Vicki felt uneasy around Jennifer. The shoe was on the other foot now, and
she sensed that Jennifer was enjoying this moment. "You're so cute, Vicki,"
she purred, with a hint of steel behind her smile. Her hand came out and
groped a breast. "These are cute too. What were they, D-cups?" Vicki
flinched, but remained standing where she was. "Now they're tea cups."
Jennifer laughed at her mocking joke.

"They were double Ds, Jen." Vicki saw that Nick was as amused by this exchange
as Jennifer was.

"No Vicki," Jennifer said with mock sternness. She released her breast to point
a finger at Vicki's face. "You need to remember your place, sweetie. *I* can
call you 'Vicki', but you have to call me 'ma'am' or 'mistress' from now on.
Got it?"

"Yes ma'am," Vicki said while nodding.

"That's a good girl," Jennifer said as she patted Vicki on the head.

"All right," Nick announced, "I think we're ready to let Kevin have his present."
He clipped the leash to Vicki's collar. "Let's go, girl."

The two giants stood up. Nick held the leash in his hand. As they walked out
of the bedroom, Vicki had to run at a trot to keep up.

*********

Kevin was having a grand time at his birthday party. Many of his friends from
kindergarten were there. Some of them had brought their minis with them, and
they had fun playing games with them.

The biggest of the minis there was a little man named Timmy, who belonged to
his friend Lester. Timmy was just a little less than two feet tall and was
technically Lester's dad, but now he was his pet. Timmy and Lester
lived nearby and often came over to use the pool at the apartment complex.
Timmy would join them in the pool, swimming and splashing about naked, without
a care in the world. The boys restricted him to the shallow end of the pool for
his own safety; when he ventured out of it, Lester would take his boy out of the
pool and give him a couple of firm spanks on his bare bottom.

Timmy was now sitting on the sofa eating a slice of cake with his hands. He was
seated next to a girl who was watching him intently. When he finished his cake,
the girl wiped Timmy's face and hands and then set him on her lap to play with
him. She wrapped him in a small blanket and cradled him in her arms. After a
few minutes, Timmy fussed a bit at being treated like a baby doll. The girl
simply lifted him out of the blanket and held him up in the air.

Kevin's attention was diverted by what was happening on the table. One of his
schoolmates had placed his own little pet on the glass surface. It was a tiny
woman of about Barbie size. She was black, with very short hair on her head and
a slender body. She looked up at her master with a confused look on her face,
holding her fingers up to her mouth.

Another boy took his own pet girl out of his shirt pocket and set her next to
the black girl. This one was just 1/12 size and white. She was a slightly
chubby girl, bosomy with long brown hair and fair skin. She looked up at the
black girl, trembling.

"Ok Tanya," the smaller girl's owner said in a sing-song voice, "do your trick."
Tanya turned to look up hestatingly at her master. "Tanya's a new mini, she
used to be my mom's friend," he explained to the other boys gathered at the
table. He turned her around and gently nudged her towards the black girl.

Tanya's head was at the same level as the other girl's crotch. The black
girl smiled, as though she knew what was going to happen. Tanya's hands
went up and rested on the bigger girls hips as she buried her face between
her legs.

The black girl's owner patted her on the head. "Do you like that Bambi?
You're such a good girl," he said soothingly. Bambi smiled back at him,
with a look of pure bliss on her face. She sat down on the tabletop, pulling
Tanya down with her. They boys watching them giggled at the sight, as Bambi
rolled her head and let out gasps of pleasure.

Soon, Bambi let out a squeal of delight. Tanya slid off from her body and
sat on the glass, looking a bit stunned. Her master quickly plucked her away
and dropped her back in his shirt pocket. The boys at the table shifted their
attention back to Bambi, who was still laying on her back. They took turns
exploring her anatomy, which Bambi didn't seem to mind.

The lesson was interrupted when Kevin's father and stepmother came back into
the living/dining room. "Kevin," his stepmother called to him, "we have your
surprise ready!" Kevin stopped playing with Bambi and handed her back to her
owner. He looked over to where they were, and then he saw her.

Standing before his father was a little mini that looked like his mom. She was
on a leash and completely naked, as are most minis who are kept as pets. His
father dropped the leash and she started walking towards him, with a big smile
and tears in her eyes.

Kevin got a closer look and was amazed to find that the mini did not merely
look like his mom, she WAS his mom. She rushed forward as he squatted down.
He caught her in his arms and held her against his chest. She felt so warm
and soft; she didn't say a word though.

"Oh thank you Daddy," Kevin exclaimed with delight. "She's so cute and little!"

"Well, you should thank Vicki, she's the one who wanted to be your pet." Nick
stepped forward and knelt next to his son. "Son, I know that you wanted a mini
for a long time," he softly so as not to be overheard, "and now that you do,
you have to remember to take good care of her, ok?"

Kevin nodded. "Sure Daddy." The boy cupped his hand over Vicki's bare bottom.
It felt so soft and wonderful, he thought.

"Now I know she wasn't the best mother for you, but I don't want you to be mean
to her, alright?" Kevin gave his father a surprised look. "What I mean is,
she's just like other minis her size, and you're bigger and stronger than she is,
so you need to be careful that you don't hurt her. She also needs to be fed
and cared for and you need to keep her in line, okay?"

"Okay!" he said grinning. He bent his head down and kissed her on the forehead.
"You're so pretty, mommy. I'm gonna take good care of you."

Nick affectionately ruffled his son's hair. "You don't have to call her 'mommy'
anymore, Kevin. Jennifer's your mommy now, you know that. It's okay to just
call her 'Vicki' from now on."

Kevin grinned at the idea of calling his mini mom by her first name. There was
so much he wanted to do with her, it was hard to figure out where to begin. He
stood up while holding his Vicki in his arms. She was so light, it was very
easy for him to do so. He saw that all of the kids and a few of the parents
had crowded around to get a good look at his new pet. He laughed as he watched
Bambi scurry away as he set Vicki down on the table.

Now he was able to get a better look at her. Being 1/6rd her original size, there
was more of her to see. Kevin felt a little self-concious about being at the center
of attention, but it didn't seem to bother Vicki too much. She sat on the edge of
the glass tabletop with her feet dangling freely. Vicki's knees were spread apart,
so that her privates were in full view; Kevin could see that she was completely
shaven down there.

Vicki's breasts were full and round. Each of them were the size of a lemon, but
on her little frame, they were huge. They didn't hang from her as much as they
floated. Kevin had seen them before, but that was not a very happy memory.

When he was still living with his mother, he woke up on a Saturday morning to
find her laying in the living room sofa. There were a couple of liquor bottles
laying on the floor and an ashtray full of cigarrette butts on the coffee table.
She was asleep on her back, wearing an open bathrobe. He paid little attention
to the white bikini bottom she had on. Instead, his eyes were drawn to the pair
of exposed breasts rising and falling with every breath.

Kevin was curious about them, and so he placed a hand on one of them. He was
surprised at how soft and warm it was. He tried to give it a gentle squeeze, as
well as his small hand would allow. Then she woke up.

Even at his young age, he could see that his mother was drunk. He stepped back
as she rose from the sofa in a jovian rage, but it did little good. She grabbed
him by the arm and slapped him hard across his face, sending him to the ground.
His crying made little difference to her as continued to beat him. The assault
ended when she passed out from exhaustion and flopped back down on the sofa.

Kevin tried to avoid her after that incident, and when he told his father about
what happened, the police came to arrest her. Ultimately, Vicki lost custody
of her son, because of this incident as well as other offenses such as public
intoxication, drunk driving, and drug possession.

Now, Kevin could look down on Vicki. He felt a sense of power over her, something
that at his young age he wasn't fully able to grasp. Still, he knew that she
would no longer be able to hurt him. Seeing her so small and vulnerable, however,
made him realize that he had no desire to harm her. Actually, he felt a twinge
of pity for her. Vicki was looking up at him with wide, hopeful eyes and a
mouth wide open. It was the same worshipful look that Timmy gave to his master,
or to anyone big.

And so, Kevin put a hand on Vicki's breast, knowing that there was not a thing
she could do about it.

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Re: Another does anyone remember this story?

Post by Sumguy14 » Mon Dec 05, 2022 12:10 pm

That's the one! Aussie, you're alright man. Much appreciate you digging in and finding this for me.
Neat!

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